When a Putrid Blightking's devotion outgrows even his blessings, the Grandfather grants a mount: a rot fly, vast and vicious, its bloated bulk somehow held aloft on ragged wings. The Pusgoyle Blightlords are the Rotbringers' hammerblow, droning out of low cloud to crack shield-walls, shatter gates, and deliver seven kinds of pestilence at the point of a festering scythe.
Their terror travels ahead of them. Defenders hear the drone long before the fog parts — feel it in their teeth, in the walls, in the water — and by the time the Blightlords descend, half the garrison's courage has already rotted through. The other half rarely outlasts the first pass.
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